The first rule about underground student newspaper is do not talk about underground student newspaper.

Our high school's version was called the Horse's Behind. It poked some ribald fun at the admins and students alike, and of course because it was actually pretty good the staff wanted no part of it. The guy responsible for it caught a little bit of hell and a lot of laughs, and everyone got over it in about five minutes because we weren't a bunch of whiny complainypantses. Now he makes Firefox for geologists or something.

Looking at some of the comments in the article, I have to wonder if there is some sterile, sanitized universe from which these complainers spring forth. Rags like this or the onion are known for stories dealing with things like a bear raping a man and making puns about him having to "grin and bare it" and so on are humorous and shouldn't have to conform to a demand for bland inoffensiveness. My college college's rag had a clever Michael Jackson and Children sonnet and no one treated it as though it was condoning/encouraging pedophiles.

ha-ha-guy:pute kisses like a man: and I thought our marching bands were cool

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oh wait. they still are pretty damn cool.

I'm sorry but that second picture just screams trying too hard.

First of all, it's new orleans. We try way too hard to have a good time. If there is a street, we will march down it. If there is a group of at least 2 people, someone will be trying real hard to make some noise on an instrument. and, furthermore, I see them every mardi gras. mardi gras is even more about trying too hard.

So, making fun of someone for trying too hard on mardi gras is like going to a halloween party without a costume (and being a vegan that doesn't drink -- but asks the host for a ride home 2 hours before the party's over).

This is not a college band, it is a band that marches on streets and invades unsuspecting bars. They probably do other stuff and have a manifesto, but I'm not a member, so I don't know their secrets.

Glad to hear Americans can finally view the coffins of your dead soldiers coming home.If you think for a second your not being censored by a myriad of organizations your living in la la land.Can you southeners hear the Dixie chicks on your radio yet?

Glad to hear Americans can finally view the coffins of your dead soldiers coming home.If you think for a second your not being censored by a myriad of organizations your living in la la land.Can you southeners hear the Dixie chicks on your radio yet?

That we have some level of censorship doesn't equate to loving censorship, now does it?

Glad to hear Americans can finally view the coffins of your dead soldiers coming home.If you think for a second your not being censored by a myriad of organizations your living in la la land.Can you southeners hear the Dixie chicks on your radio yet?

quite a bit different than a school censoring private citizen's speech, don't you think?

"Yeah, Mom, Dad ... I do this one routine where I'm upside-down between a boy's legs and he plays my behind like a drum - in front of a whole stadium full of people! Aren't you proud? Also, they asked that you bring little sis up on your next visit so they can "mouth grape" her - I think it means they're giving out free juice."

Porous Horace:"Yeah, Mom, Dad ... I do this one routine where I'm upside-down between a boy's legs and he plays my behind like a drum - in front of a whole stadium full of people! Aren't you proud? Also, they asked that you bring little sis up on your next visit so they can "mouth grape" her - I think it means they're giving out free juice."

the guy on the close end looks like he's fixin' to stick a finger in there